Get up off the ground and save yourself. We are prisoners to regret when we

 replay mistakes over and over again. We are so tied to the absolute, but what

 does it mean? How far can we tow this burden? It's the call to the warrior as

 we dissolve into resolve. In the sand the line's been drawn. But we keep

 marching on. And through the darkness we will fight until we find a way. For

 they cannot preach both free will and fate. My lungs have set fires. Fickle men

 will not decide my destiny. Here I stand, I will hold my ground. It's on this

 road, we have learned the face and shame of betrayal and all of it's names, and

 all of it's names. In the sand the line's been drawn. But we keep marching on.

 And through the darkness we will fight until we find a way. For they cannot

 preach both free will and fate. How the deaf are blessed. My lungs have set

 fires. It's the call to the warrior. Here I stand, I will hold my ground. Here

 I stand. So get up off the ground.